“I know you’re probably tired after your trip, but your father would like to speak with you first. He’s in his office. I’ll have Franco take your bags to your rooms.” Of course he would. Everything with my father is duty. Soon, it will be for me as well. I set my bags near Pierce. The leather soles of my shoes slap across the marble floor of the entryway as I pad up the stairs to the second floor where my father’s office is located. My footsteps slow the closer I get. Responsibility weighs heavily on me. Stopping before the wooden door, I close my eyes for a brief second, and then knock.
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